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OF BEAUTY CAUSES THE SOUL TO GROW WINGS.
EXPLORING THE ESSENCE OF PHOTOGRAPHY, THE CREATIVE PROCESS AND BEAUTY
photography, if I am able to evoke not only a feeling of the reality of the surface
physical world but also a feeling of the reality of existence that lies mysteriously and
invisibly beneath its surface, I feel I have succeeded. At its best, photography is a
symbol that not only serves to help illuminate some of the darkness of the unknown, but it
also serves to lessen the fears that too often accompany the journeys from the known to
through the camera is an instrument of detection. We photograph not only what we know, but
also what we don't know.
I really believe there are
things nobody would see if I didn't photograph them.
the gamut of feelings written on the human face - the beauty of the earth and skies that
man has inherited; and the wealth and confusion that man has created. It is a major force
in explaining man to man.
I love the medium of
photography, for with its unique realism, it gives me the power to go beyond conventional
ways of seeing and understanding and say - This is real, too.
For me, the
creation of a photograph is experienced as a heightened emotional response, most akin to
poetry and music, each image the culmination of a compelling impulse I cannot deny.
Whether working with a human figure or a still life, I am deeply aware of my spiritual
connection with it. In my life, as in my work, I am motivated by a great yearning for
balance and harmony beyond the realm of human experience, reaching for the essence of
oneness with the Universe.
things in life are seen, not with the eyes but with the heart.
If anything is
sacred the human body is sacred.
Every day I am aware of
the flow and constant change; perhaps I am at the edge of discovering what more our bodies
might be able to teach about the spirit of life. At least, I am always exploring and
trying to understand our relationship to the whole universe.
Significance is inherent
in the human body.
The body says what words
The creative person is
both more primitive and more cultivated, more destructive, a lot madder and a lot saner,
than the average person.
A person needs a little
madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free.
A photograph is a secret
about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.
The magic of photography
is metaphysical. What you see in the photograph isn't what you saw at the time. The real
skill of photography is organized visual lying.
A thing is not what you
say it is or what you photograph it to be or what you paint it to be or what you sculpt it
to be. Words, photographs, paintings, and sculptures are symbols of what you see, think,
and feel things to be, but they are not the things themselves.
Many pictures turn out to
be limp translations of the known world instead of vital objects which create an intrinsic
world of their own. There is a vast difference between taking a picture and making a
The urge to create, the
urge to photograph, comes in part from the deep desire to live with more integrity, to
live more in peace with the world, and possibly to help others to do the same.
To see is to forget the
name of the thing one sees.
In the absence of a
subject with which you are passionately involved, and without the excitement that drives
you to grasp it and exhaust it, you may take some beautiful pictures, but not a
The human body is
first and foremost a mirror to the soul and its greatest beauty comes from that.
What spirit is so empty
and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe,
and skin more beautiful that the garment with which it is clothed?
convinced that the only people worthy of consideration in
this world are the unusual ones. For the common folk are
like the leaves of a tree, and live and die
Scarecrow from The Land of Oz by L.Frank Baum
Lord, grant me the grace of wonder. Surprise me, amaze me, awe me in every crevice of your
universe. Each day enrapture me with your marvelous things without number. ..... I do not
ask to see the reason for it all: I ask only to share the wonder of it all.
Rabbi Joshua Abraham Heschel
It was that glorious hour, with the daylight still glowing
everywhere, but the moon already gleaming and the first bats dipping in the green, shimmering air. On the edge of the woods stood dissolving in the last
light, bright chestnut trunks against black shadows. A yellow cottage softly radiated the daylight it had
absorbed, glowing gently like a topaz. The small paths pink and violet, led through meadows, vineyards
and woods. The western sky hung golden and green above the velvet blue mountains. Oh,
to be able to
work now, in the last enchanted quarter hour of ripe summerís day which would never come again
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